[Intro: DJ Shon, Lil Jay]
Let's get it
Clout Lord!
So Double Owe they been waiting on this shit?
No cases
Unexpected Fame 2 on you motherfuckers
Y'all bitches think y'all slick?
Let's get it
We sipping real act over here, n***a
We getting real money, my n***a
You ready Double Owe? We gone

[Verse 1: Lil Jay]
What the fuck wrong with these n***as?
All of these n***as my sons
I used to sell weed to you n***as
I used to give you n***as guns
You n***as not on a crumb
All of you n***as is bums
My n***as we ain't for none
Strapped up with thirties and drums
If we see a opp, make they body drop, if not I bet they ass run
You n***as you say that y'all killers
Go and do a hit or something
Saint Lawrence where I'm from
63rd, right by the store
My life is a movie, strapped up with this toolie, we change a channel, no remote
King Lil Jay for president, but there is no need to vote
Cause I'm so clouted up, compete with me there is no hope
[Outro: DJ Shon, Lil Jay]
N***as know what it is, man, fuck boys!
WTO
STL, EBT
We is the fucking opps, n***a!
Saint Lawrence, 063
Unexpected Fame 2, my n***a!
L's, L's!
Clout Lord on the way, y'all fuck n***as is paying attention?
Aye, I'm gone
All of you n***as is bums, but none of y'all ass own a gun!